[Will isn't looking any better on the tired front, the shadows beneath his eyes near-matching the dark liquid in the cup of coffee in front of him. He's held off on eating until she's arrived, but not on the caffeine. The top button of his shirt is undone, and his hair is unruly, but it's an appearance that he normally holds. He's only polished in rare instances where a job causes him to put in such effort.

He smiles at her though when she arrives, his gaze meeting hers briefly before dropping. Out of habit he rises a little out of his seat, gesturing towards the one across from him for her to take. The coffee pot left on the table he nudges towards her, it looks like she could use it, too. He's gotten them a table well-positioned to where they're not in clear view of the window from the outside but can scan the entrances and kitchen exits.]

Hey. The waitress was nice enough to leave us a pot. Help yourself.

It feels a little pointless to ask 'long night?' since you're up and here with me at this hour. So I'll just say I hope your night's at least not been long and terrible.